292 ㅡ ♕ Again today, I wash out my memories.

내 마음을 적시는 듯이 떨어지는 빗소리마저 건조해. 네가 했던 말이 거짓말이었더라도 여전히 난 널 원해. 이런 내 마음을 모를 걸 넌 기억을 씻어 내... 나는 오늘도 조금 흐림 그리고 비. 우리 둘이 처음 만난 날 같이 약간은 변덕스럽지만 전혀 거슬릴 것 없었던 소나기. 삐끗거리며 맞추어 가던 이 추억의 조각은 미완성. 넌 떠났고 난 홀로 남아. 고집부리다가 그걸 더 망쳐놨어. 이젠 씻어내야 되는 거지. 살짝 귀찮더라도 건조한 마음은 수분 없어. 욕조에 담가 놓아도 뜨거울 정도로 내 마음을 데우던 넌 없는 거잖아. 한기 가득한 내 마음을 채우던 물도 끈 거잖아. 넌 아마 wash away. 너의 입술도 너의 이름도 끝내 지우고 씻을게. I‘m gonna wash away. 오늘 날씬 맑음 그리고 구름은 가끔 끼어. 사소한 기후 변화에도 장마 내리는 것처럼 다투던 그때에 비하면 많이 나아진 듯 보이지만 슬픔을 담은 하늘빛이 노래져. 심장 박동 같던 노래도 이젠 새삼 나를 놀래켜. 돌아가고 싶진 않아 never. 날 내버려 두길 바랬던 이 전쟁마저 이젠 끝내고 싶어 forever. 넌 soap opera. 뗄 수 없을 만큼 익숙했기에 쉽지 않았어. 미지근한 일상으로 널 씻어내는 게. 아무 생각 없이 틀어놓은 따뜻한 물이 가득 찼네 욕조에 이렇게 덤벙거리기도 가끔 깜빡하는 것도 여전해. 이런 내 마음을 모를 걸 넌 기억을 씻어 내... I‘m gonna wash away.

As if my heart is being drenched. Even the falling raindrops are dry. Even if what you told me was a lie. I still want you. You probably don’t know I feel this way. Again today, I wash out my memories. It’s a little gray and it’s raining. Just like the day we first met. It was a little unpredictable, but the rain showers were not bothersome. This statue of memories that we crookedly pieced together is unfinished. You left me and I’m all alone. I was being stubborn, which ended up ruining it more. Now I need to wash it out. Even if I’m a little lazy. There is no fountain in this dried up heart. Even if it is placed in a bathtub. You used to warm up my heart to the point where it got hot. But now you’re not here anymore. You turned off the water that used to fill up my heart. You’re probably… wash away. Your lips, your name. I erase them in the end. I’ll wash it away. I‘m gonna wash away. Today’s weather is sunny and slightly cloudy. I notice the even slightest weather changes. Compared to the days when we fought like a storm. It seems a lot better, but the sky’s light turns yellow with sadness. The songs that were like my heartbeats, now they surprised me. I don’t want to go back – never. I used to hope that you’d leave me alone. I just want to end this war forever. You’re like a soap opera. Because I’d gotten so used to you that I couldn’t take you off. It wasn’t easy washing you out with my lukewarm daily life. The warm water I turned on without even thinking has filled up the bathtub. Splashing water around, forgetting things, it stays the same. You probably don’t know I feel this way. Again today, I wash out my memories.